my cool poem about reading:
we are 4h and we love to read,
as you can see we have our own libary
big books, small books, we also have tall coome to our libary and read them all!
by catherine
a nice grade if 4h the best class ever
oh we are so smart oh we are so clever
if its maths we can add we can and multiply
in 4h you wont here a sigh
just laughfter and cheer
at opps we are always near
we can read and we can write
when you come in you will get an unexpeted fright
because we are the best class. we do alot
no one will beat us, they will not
also by catherine
echidna echidna its real name is linda
with its spikey spikes and its little head
you step on it your foot will be dead.
by nat
Where the 4H class, we go wild at times just like your laugh. Giggling and riggiling all around like a big massive bunch of juggling clowns. By Shanelle and Shelby
nat put your poem here it is a awsome one!!!!
(just a remider for nat)
you have awesome poems but read read this by shakespeare
The Phoenix and the Turtle 1601
Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey. But thou shrieking harbinger, 5
Foul precurrer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever's end,
To this troop come thou not near! From this session interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing, 10
Save the eagle, feather'd king:
Keep the obsequy so strict. Let the priest in surplice white,
That defunctive music can,
Be the death-divining swan, 15
Lest the requiem lack his right. And thou treble-dated crow,
That thy sable gender makest
With the breath thou givest and takest,
'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.20 Here the anthem doth commence:
Love and constancy is dead;
Phoenix and the turtle fled
In a mutual flame from hence. So they loved, as love in twain 25
Had the essence but in one;
Two distincts, division none:
Number there in love was slain. Hearts remote, yet not asunder;
Distance, and no space was seen 30
'Twixt the turtle and his queen:
But in them it were a wonder. So between them love did shine,
That the turtle saw his right
Flaming in the phoenix' sight; 35
Either was the other's mine. Property was thus appalled,
That the self was not the same;
Single nature's double name
Neither two nor one was called.40 Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together,
To themselves yet either neither,
Simple were so well compounded, That it cried, How true a twain 45
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love hath reason, reason none,
If what parts can so remain. Whereupon it made this threne
To the phoenix and the dove, 50
Co-supremes and stars of love,
As chorus to their tragic scene. THRENOS. Beauty, truth, and rarity,
Grace in all simplicity, 55
Here enclosed in cinders lie. Death is now the phoenix' nest
And the turtle's loyal breast
To eternity doth rest, Leaving no posterity: 60
'Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity. Truth may seem, but cannot be:
Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;
Truth and beauty buried be.65 To this urn let those repair
poems
my cool poem about reading:we are 4h and we love to read,
as you can see we have our own libary
big books, small books, we also have tall coome to our libary and read them all!
by catherine
a nice grade if 4h the best class ever
oh we are so smart oh we are so clever
if its maths we can add we can and multiply
in 4h you wont here a sigh
just laughfter and cheer
at opps we are always near
we can read and we can write
when you come in you will get an unexpeted fright
because we are the best class. we do alot
no one will beat us, they will not
also by catherine
echidna echidna its real name is linda
with its spikey spikes and its little head
you step on it your foot will be dead.
by nat
Where the 4H class, we go wild at times just like your laugh.
Giggling and riggiling all around like a big massive bunch of juggling clowns. By Shanelle and Shelby
nat put your poem here it is a awsome one!!!!
(just a remider for nat)
you have awesome poems but read read this by shakespeare
The Phoenix and the Turtle1601
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.
But thou shrieking harbinger, 5
Foul precurrer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever's end,
To this troop come thou not near!
From this session interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing, 10
Save the eagle, feather'd king:
Keep the obsequy so strict.
Let the priest in surplice white,
That defunctive music can,
Be the death-divining swan, 15
Lest the requiem lack his right.
And thou treble-dated crow,
That thy sable gender makest
With the breath thou givest and takest,
'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.20
Here the anthem doth commence:
Love and constancy is dead;
Phoenix and the turtle fled
In a mutual flame from hence.
So they loved, as love in twain 25
Had the essence but in one;
Two distincts, division none:
Number there in love was slain.
Hearts remote, yet not asunder;
Distance, and no space was seen 30
'Twixt the turtle and his queen:
But in them it were a wonder.
So between them love did shine,
That the turtle saw his right
Flaming in the phoenix' sight; 35
Either was the other's mine.
Property was thus appalled,
That the self was not the same;
Single nature's double name
Neither two nor one was called.40
Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together,
To themselves yet either neither,
Simple were so well compounded,
That it cried, How true a twain 45
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love hath reason, reason none,
If what parts can so remain.
Whereupon it made this threne
To the phoenix and the dove, 50
Co-supremes and stars of love,
As chorus to their tragic scene.
THRENOS.
Beauty, truth, and rarity,
Grace in all simplicity, 55
Here enclosed in cinders lie.
Death is now the phoenix' nest
And the turtle's loyal breast
To eternity doth rest,
Leaving no posterity: 60
'Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.
Truth may seem, but cannot be:
Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;
Truth and beauty buried be.65
To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.